Books Like My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

She scurried in and immediately grabbed a book, slumping into one of the chairs. “Thanks so much, luna.” She flipped the pages, looking so intrigued and I clenched my teeth, staring at her for a few minutes before opening my own book to become vested in it. “You know, Marcia. I had a sister, step sister.” I began and she looked up to stare at me. “Really?” She queried and I nodded. “She loves reading, just like you. She always has the same exact look in your eyes now whenever I talk about books or anything related.” I informed her and she smiled, closing the book slightly to look at me.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

I wasn't their sister, not by blood, not by law, not by any bond I couldn't break if I wanted to. Whatever came next would be my choice. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I was the one holding all the cards.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

The jock retorted. Savannah fixed her gaze back on Mia. “You’re pathetic. I bet you did it on purpose just so you could touch him.” The girl got closer, glaring at the girl dressed in black. “Dream on bitch. He’s never going to be interested in an ugly whore like you.” Without warning, she gave Mia a sharp shove, causing her to stumbble backwards. Mia scoffed and retreated. “You’re both as delusional as each other.” Savannah watched her new step-sister leave before pulling her boyfriend away. His eyes were lingering on Mia a little longer than she would have liked.

THOMAS WOLFE WAS RIGHT. You can’t go home again. And I wouldn’t have had it not been for my sister’s accident. I flew back to Wilmington, North Carolina, and sat vigil over her for weeks listening to the beeps and clicks of the machinery that kept her alive, pleading with her not to die. Martha was the one person in this world who had always been there for me, believed in me, looked up to me, and never failed me. And I, Richard Charles Baimbridge, could not survive without her.

All my brothers look at me. "No they are not devil's but, they give me a hard time. One doesn't want to get out of bed and the other says silly reasons for not getting out of bed even after being awake, one is a bookworm while the other is a game lover. See my sisters they will wake up by themselves and then they will get ready too. So having a sister is a real blessing," I said to which everyone smiled. ********

Then, she made a shocking discovery that changed everything. While cleaning up her sister's room, Samantha came across a journal hidden under the bed. When she opened it, she realized that it was her sister's diary. As she read through the pages, she learned some shocking truths about her sister's life. She discovered that her sister had been involved in illegal activity, and she was terrified for her safety. She wanted to confront her sister, but she didn't know how to approach the subject.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

And, what in the hell is she keeping away from me? I grab my bag from the chair, if she thinks I will keep quiet, then she’s wrong. She might not know this, but my sister is the only reason why I am stepping out of my comfort zone. She’s why I am taking risks. If there’s one thing my sister has taught me, it’s that you don’t wait for that imaginary dreamy prince to come save you because life is never a fairy tale.